Every student was crazily throwing their exam papers.
Even the quietest Tang Siwen started to throw.
But she was...
"Siwen, isn't this a bit unlucky?"
He Sijiao looked at Tang Siwen, holding a stack of exam papers, and then tossing them out one by one, as if...
This action didn't seem very auspicious.
"That's how you play~"
Zhou Fu grabbed Tang Siwen's hand, jumped energetically, and then lifted it up.
Just like that, the crystallization of Tang Siwen's hard work over the years merged with the tide of white papers into the mainstream.
"Hehe." Seeing this, Tang Siwen couldn't help but laugh out loud, finding it unexpectedly fun, "It's kind of enjoyable."
Then, she grabbed the exam papers from her classmates next to her and started flinging them downwards.
Holding a stack of leftover draft papers, ready to head back to the office to save for the next class, Lao Mo was stunned.
Chen Yuan: "..."
